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Granted, I haven’t got a lot going on in the big wide world of poetry lately, but that’s not to say I haven’t been hard at work in some other areas. So it’s time to fill you all in, I suppose.

-In the art studio also known as Bobby’s room: Along with my friend Savanah, and fueled by a mini fridge full of PBR, I’ve been finishing up the album art for The Guilt Racket‘s new album Thuds and Grunts, which you can listen to for free on Spotify and see a taste of our work, which includes a small piece of poetry.

-In the restaurant: My roommate TeeJay and I have been doing some special catering jobs, which include starting the planning of The Red Room’s Norman Music Festival catering, which we will both be working. So come by and buy a beer from me and listen to some of the best music to come out of Okay City, and some that didn’t, including headlining band Portugal the Man.

-In the backyard: We have built a new compost bin behind the garage, and aptly named it Ben. He stands in the corner of the gigantic garden we’ve started digging. Come mid-summer, our yard is going to be a vegetarian’s outdoor paradise. We’re even so ambitious as to build our own patio furniture.

-In Bobby’s living room: We’ve started hosting local music networking nights with bands in the area, pairing up more well-known acts with some new talent and giving everyone that shows up free booze. I’ve been bartending, and have earned $4 in sticky cash tips, but I’m damn proud of it. Our first night we got to see Carousel Revolt play along with Red City Radio‘s Garrett Dale doing solo songs, and ended the night with Black Canyon‘s Jake Morisse. Coming up in March we have Feathered Rabbit doing an acoustic set with The Guilt Racket, and in May we’ve got O Fidelis and a surprise guest. Come get drunk and listen to music. There’s really no reason to not show up.

-In the recording studio: I’ve gotten together with a few musician friends of mine, and we’ve been laying down some stuff for our shiny new band, yet to be named. I write the lyrics and melodies and sing, and the boys play musical chairs behind their instruments for now. In fact, we’re the surprise guest at Bobby’s house show in May. Yep, it’s me. The surprise is me. I am the surprise. And you’re stoked.